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The Skaggerston Nightmares #69


Gilbert woke up on the recovery ward of the back-street doctors. Filth and empty takeaway wrappers littered the floor.

He was handcuffed to an uncomfortable, threadbare armchair, his feet weighed down by dumbbells. Beside him sat others in a similar predicament, drips hanging from hooks attached to their arms.

Looking down, he saw he too had a cannula attached to his hand. The tube led back to a bag hanging from a stand next to him.

Topping up the bag was a large, haggard-looking doctor.
'Gin' he said, by way of an explanation. 'Keep you hydrated'.

Gilbert screamed.

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